Street lights have always intrigued me, their flickering tunes, how everyone walks within those lights unknowing these lights are just mare ornament, reality is something else. We Wander in ventures with a hope for a better tomorrow, we are letting go of what we have today, its a puzzle, solving it is a path which can either leave you thrown or killed; and yet the killed are still alive, either enjoying bounty, or cleaning up the mess made.
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Author:
Shaheer Agha (
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- Category: Reflection
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A thought provoking reflection with a metaphor of light and fog not clearly seeing where we go. Nicely written
An interesting write, exploring the nature of not knowing what will be down the street as in life,and not always being able to see where we are going, enjoyed the read
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